User blog comment:Hollyfire53/Squirrel Wars/@comment-2001109-20100724031920

( Joseph lay dead in the grass, his blood staining the grass, then, bye mighty power of Chivalry he rose, he took his grave wound, and binded it with the threads of Honour, then, his eyes blazed with the light of Duty.)

"I wish" *gets up confused about what has happened.*